No Man Is An Island, Entire Of

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It. No Man Hath Affliction Enough That Is Not Matured And Ripened By It And Made Fit For God.

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

The Distance From Nothing To A Little, Is Ten Thousand Times More, Than From It To The Highest Degree In This Life.

Humiliation Is The Beginning Of Sanctification; And As Without This, Without Holiness, No Man Shall See God, Though He Pore Whole Nights Upon His Bible; So Without That, Without Humility, No Man Shall Hear God Speak To His Soul, Though He Hear Three Two-hour Sermons Every Day.